TW: thoughts centred around disordered eating/binge-eating disorder, body dysmorphia, and self-destruction.
Helloooo :) I’m Bri, pronounced like the cheese, and I deal with disordered eating. Wow, that feels good to write. Specifically, my eating disorder (ED) is referred to as binge-eating disorder (BED). Shit, that feels so good to write! It feels good to write that I deal with an ED because for many years, I hid that part of myself. I believed I might come across as a weak person who has no will power if I declare I have BED. But it’s time for a declaration.
I can’t pinpoint exactly when my relationship with food became toxic but looking back at my old journals, it was around the time I was 15 years old.
Flashback - It is the summer of 2013 and I am participating in an intensive ballet program in a different province. For the first time, I have to plan out my meals for myself. I have to rely on what my body is telling me and what signals it is sending me. After a long day of dancing, my body tells me that I am hungry. Food, please! So I listen, and I feed my body with whatever cravings it wants. Oftentimes, I would feed myself to a point of discomfort. Ouch! Stomach is filled. Then, I would throw up the food that has already gone down my throat, and I would pray that I got it all out. Noooo! I need that nutrience! Next, I would prevent myself from eating due to the fear that I would overeat again. Help! I am in pain! Thus began a cycle that would continue for many years.
eating to the point of discomfort,
purging when unhappy,
body checking in store windows,
sucking in my stomach,
preventing normal breathing patterns,
choosing diet fads that did not align with my body,
lying to loved ones about my issue,
being jealous of others for having the “ideal body”...
My habits were distractions to rid me of having to make healthier choices. Not good.
Later on in my teens, I realized that my body had been trained to reject certain foods because they were deemed “unhealthy for a ballerina”. Growing up, I wished so badly for a “ballerina body” that I stopped listening to my natural hunger signals.
There were wonderful moments in my adolescence, and I am lucky to have had the opportunities I did. Yet, along with those delightful moments came many moments where I completely missed the parade. I was self-destructive. It got to a point where I stopped believing in my ability to be beautiful. I couldn’t accept compliments from others because I didn’t think I deserved to be beautiful. At least, MY definition of beautiful. Looking in a mirror, my mind would distort the image I saw, and I would only see a monster looking back at me. The reflected image of my stomach area reminded me of a globby-goopy-monster who gobbled on anything in its garden. My neck area, in its reflected image form, reminded me of a mogully-manufactured-monster who munched on megatronic meals. I write “the reflected image” because that is not what was actually there. My ED enveloped my sight and blinded me from who was actually in the mirror. A human. A body.
Flashforward to the present - I am 23 years old, a graduate of Ryerson’s BFA Dance program, a podcast host, and a lover of musical theatre. Most importantly, I have been in ED therapy for over a year now. Working with counsellors one-on-one, and with BED group therapy facilitators. These experiences have guided me to take action to control my ED and seek health. Three times a day (perhaps more) I face food. In order to nourish myself, I confront the history of pain that I’ve battled within the presence of food. The binging, the starving, the hateful thoughts towards my stomach and neck areas... I try to remember the tools I’ve been given and I try not to revert back to my old habits. And that can be EXHAUSTING at times. I often get tired from trying to eat!!
My relationship with food will continue to be rocky, even with the therapy I am involved in. Grocery store shopping is still an anxiety-inducing experience. Ordering at a restaurant, before COVID-19 restrictions, takes me longer than most people I know. When I sit down with a friend to eat, my ED voice pulls up a chair at the table too. An uninvited guest. A loud, arrogant cousin with a million statements in my head: Ignore your cravings, conceal your taste buds, only eat the vegetables, don’t even think about dessert, wait to eat until someone else has started, wHYYyyy are you thinking about dessert?! Stop eating you fat piece of shit!! This dialogue can be louder than my healthy thoughts. I feel guilty thinking about some of the interactions I’ve had with friends because I wasn’t being present with them. Half-dealing with the ED voice, half-engaging in friendly conversation. What a fucking mess.
I hope that every dancer, and human, does not put themselves what I put myself through. As a dance teacher, I try to incorporate affirmations of gratitude towards the body in my classes. Thanking the muscles and joints that brought each student to the class. Practicing those positive thoughts of love to the body, helps me remember that my body is mine, and I have the power to nourish it.
I’ll leave you with this affirmation - I am responsible for what goes in my mouth. (you can use this in a sexual situation too!!)
All jokes aside, this affirmation has helped me to eat with mindfulness and with love for my body’s signals. Eating is what propels me into living a happier life.
And I am done being angry at my body.
My website: themusicthemirror.com
Some resources to check out:
- Sheena’s Place Organization (link here) - center for eating disorder support
- Mindfully Megg on IG (@mindfullymegg) - helps educate & empower dancers to prioritize nourishment
- Kathryn Morgan on YouTube (link here) - professional ballerina who makes honest videos about her journey with body image issues
(This post is interview-style unlike most posts on the blog. For this one, I asked Tiffany a series of questions about her business, and she answered!
Hope you enjoy, xoxo -Maddi)
Hi everyone! My name is Tiffany Turchyn, founder and designer of Unsalted Honey. I began this magical journey in 2017, after my backpacking trip across South-East Asia. I was in the midst of my undergraduate degree in business at Ryerson University, downtown Toronto.
I began remixing jewelry I already had and made new pieces for my sisters and friends. Being the youngest of three girls, I had a lot to live up too. I had big dreams for myself, I still do! While being in school, I worked at a boutique on Queen Street West, for a startup fitness app as well as at a warehouse on my days off of school.
I still remember the moment when I knew I was going to give my jewelry line a shot. I was in the south of Thailand at the time, had a Singha (Thai beer lol) cracked with my older sister and thought to myself “I’m gonna just do it”. When I got home from my trip, I did a lot of research and maxed out my Visa card!
A hobby turned side-hustle which now blossomed into my career. I am beyond proud to call Unsalted Honey my own and even happier to have created a space where everyone reading this feels welcome and celebrated. Unsalted Honey is by me, but for you. I hope you enjoy your honey as much as I did making it!
Why did I decide to start my business?
I was working for many entrepreneurs at the time and was studying at Ryerson for Business. I knew I wanted to start something of my own! I was remixing old jewelry for friends and family, when I took my trip to South-East Asia. When I got home, I went for it! My mentality was, if I failed at least I could say I tried! I loved creating fun and timeless pieces back in 2017, and I love it even more now in 2021.
What inspired you and your business?
Travel. Being immersed in culture is one of my favourite feelings. I get inspired through meeting people and seeing new places.
Doing it alone! It's super tough to grow and expand, research the market and trends, do marketing and advertising, financials, taxes, quality control, packaging orders, shipping, social media, designing jewelry and making it alone! Although it can be tough, I love it.
How do you stay motivated? How do you maintain a work/life balance?
Taking breaks and having a daily schedule/to-do list to ensure things get done!
I take the weekends off! Although I end up working most Sundays, it definitely helps balance work and play!
The other day I saw a tweet on my timeline of a girl who was trying to express her resentment towards her own existence. She was adamant about the fact that she was not suicidal and did not have suicidal ideation, rather she was looking for understanding and acceptance, pleading her readers to “normalize the feeling of not wanting to exist without trying to demonize it”, label it or diagnose it. I can relate.
What the fuck is going on in this world? Why is there so much evil? Should I even be entertaining the idea of bringing children into this world? I think these very thoughts and utter these now too familiar words, but these questions have become rhetorical; I am left to ponder these thoughts without resolution. What I have heard reiterated throughout this pandemic seems to go along the lines of, “We’ll get through this! It will be over soon and back to normal!”. Normal? Because snow in Texas is normal. I think we all know and maybe we just can’t bring ourselves to admit it, but the Earth is giving us our karma-and it's well deserved. At this point, if someone were to deny climate change, my bad, climate destabilization (for all those who love to argue science) in my presence I’m not sure if I would laugh, cry or just have to remove myself from the situation entirely. It’s exhausting to think that people are so far brainwashed into thinking that what we are experiencing globally isn’t a direct result of capitalism, overconsumption and the abuse of our resources all orchestrated by big corporations and our “leaders” of the world. I am angry.
I remember in grade 11 chemistry we had a substitute teacher that went out of his way to hand out articles debunking and rejecting climate change. When our teacher found out she was enraged, collecting all the handouts and throwing them in the bin while she implored us to come to a solid understanding of how serious climate change is. I think most of the class was hyped up to see the ‘beef’ unravel between two professional adults, but what struck me hard was the lingering feeling of doubt, confusion and the unease of being so easily fed damaging and corrupt misinformation. What is so incredibly difficult to swallow is that I think our generation is hyper aware of all of this. The majority of us are conscious about the consequences of our actions on the environment and the interactions between vast human and animal ecosystems. We are aware of the injustices happening all around us. There’s a lot of information-too much I think. Everyday I am trying to catch myself up to speed with what is going wrong in the world today, reminding myself not to neglect and forget yesterday's unsolved issues. With the little that we can do while trying to maintain our roles as friends, partners, students, employees and the list goes on; the majority of us feel overwhelmed, where do we start to take action? What can we DO to turn this world around? All action is action, yes of course. But with the unfair cards we have been dealt, with the mess on top of mess, on top of shit pile that generations before us have so graciously left behind; can we confidently feel as though time is on our side? I feel ashamed and guilty to say I am overwhelmed and paralyzed when confronting my-our world, but it’s the truth. Like many I am overwhelmed and I am desensitized to the horrible things I see daily. I remember during summer quarantine I watched the live and gross injustice that unfolded in the Black Lives Matter protests in the US. I remember days where I spent consecutive hours, waking up at 10 and not leaving my bed until 2pm, eyes glued to the screen, scrolling and scrolling through my very active twitter timeline. Forgot to eat, didn’t need to though because I was filled and fueled up on rage and hurt. I could not accept that what was happening was completely out of my control. I felt nauseous when I had to face my screen, but guilty and cowardly when I had to turn off my phone. This is the persistent battle I find myself in nowadays.
I am friends with so many intelligent people who know their way around the world of politics and economics. I listen when they speak because I want to know more, but I can admit that I am not proactive in becoming educated in these areas. Why? Because to be quite honest it just seems like fancy lies told in a language I simply cannot comprehend, and because I will never be able to ‘choose the lesser evil’. I believe in reformation, revolution and starting from scratch. I’ve been told that I’m very idealistic and that solutions to the problems of this world are not that easily solved. I know oftentimes I sound ignorant, maybe even delusional, but I encourage everyone to entertain these ‘silly’ and absurd trains of thought. Why exactly is it so hard to end poverty? We have been told we have enough global resources to sustain comfortable living for all. Why can’t we just print more money? Ridiculous, ya I’m well aware. Really think about it though...for fun! Break it down and the majority of the answers you’ll find are based on greed and overconsumption.
I know I sound terribly pessimistic and bleak, but that is just not who I am. I practically live most of my days in my own fantasy world, so much so that I often disassociate from and completely reject this dystopian “reality”; it’s not my reality. My personal journey of spirituality has allowed me to ask these questions and address them where I hold control: my own agency, my behaviours and my actions. The ultimate goal being to achieve inner peace so that I am able to have a positive impact on whoever I may reach in my lifetime. However, I’ve had to face a hard-to-swallow pill recently. Spirituality and religion of any kind are great tool boxes and manuals for self improvement and leading a ‘good’, content life, but they also act as crutches in times of despair; sometimes we lean on these crutches to help us stand, but oftentimes we allow ourselves to become reliant on our chosen crutch. Spirituality in this case is then a very easy road to individualism-a dangerous, slippery slope. This is because there is a prominent notion of betterment or enlightenment of SELF; that regardless of the state of the world, you are here as a ‘soul in a vessel, a temporary body’, that human suffering is a choice, and that a paradise beyond your existence on Earth awaits you. This is isolating-in a good way though; in a comforting way that offers security. The Golden Rule applies of course, for me personally I wish to love myself and have no inner turmoil just so that I am able to fully give my love and help to those around me. I don’t think everyone needs to strive to be a humanitarian but I do believe that in pursuing certain professions, you are able to actively choose to utilize your resources, talents, strengths and abilities towards facilitating impactful change.
Three major life changing lessons or tools I have learned on this journey are 1) understanding that you can only control YOUR reactions to adversity and other peoples doings; 2) you cannot be a victim to the world; 3) practicing unconditional gratitude. I am not perfect, life is full of distractions to fall in and out of, but I try. When I do implement these principles I find it is easier to be proactive. To ask more questions, deeper questions that I am determined to find the answers to, where contemplation does not lead me to feel doomed or unresolved.
I hope this long rant ended on a somewhat positive note for you but I want you to feel angry. Do not hold onto this anger; don’t let it turn into hate and fear. Use it to inspire action and proactive conversations. Ask the crazy questions and get even more angry when the answers do not come as easy as they should because the world you live in tells you how ‘impossible’ and ‘impractical’ they are.
It’s still a cloudy day in my head, but the clouds roll and drift enough to let sunlight peek through more often. A few months ago, it was pitch black, and cold. I found myself in the thick of deep depression for the first time in my life. I was no stranger to anxiety, I’ve worked through it and alongside it since my first year of university, but this- this was new. No bursts of manic energy, no overthinking, over-planning, no heart palpitations pulsing in sync with rapid typing -nothing. Just cold, uninterested silence.
Anxiety is my double edged sword. It’s uncomfortable, sometimes painful, but it was the fuel that kicked me out of bed at 6am to work out, to keep adding things to my plate, to burn out in secret over the weekend and come back fresh faced Monday morning, ready to take on 19 hour days on 4-5 hours sleep all over again. I had a love-hate relationship with this fuel, it made me “accomplish” a lot, but it also made my head spin. When I finally laid down at night, I’d have to recount all the “productive” things I did that day to be able to fall to sleep. Did I workout? Check. Did I read for book club? Check. Did I meal plan? Check. Check Check Check. If I was missing a check, I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I made a note in my calendar for the next day to “make up” for it.
The decline didn’t start right at the beginning of the pandemic. I re-channeled this nervous energy into “projects”, signing up for free classes, building a workout schedule, buying 4 books, downloading podcasts - the next day after being furloughed from my job. I still had to “check” off the “productive” things I had done each day to be able to go to sleep.
Depression seeped in slowly, each time a place I attached my identity to closed. I realized my “identity” was stapled all over the city. “Mia” was a culmination of: Fit Factory workouts, event association networking events, client meetings at restaurants where I knew all the staff, the classroom at George Brown I taught at, the front left speaker at Electric Island, my dining table where I hosted dinner parties, my friends’ couches and living rooms and balconies. They all got stripped away, leaving me with, “well, who am I?”
Now that I have perspective, I realize that a loss of identity was at the core of the slide down to numbness. I was constantly in a whirlwind of to-do lists and racing from one place to the next, possibly to avoid sitting in my own feelings. With nowhere to go, and no-one to see, the anxiety became deafening.
I talked to my doctor and decided to try a SSRI anti-anxiety medication to help quiet the buzzing panic. Let me start by saying I am not anti-medication: but I learned a LOT through this journey, the most poignant lesson being that everyone’s journey is different.
The adjustment period is hard. I was nauseated, all the time. I fainted. I started sleeping pretty much all the time - I’d wake up and it’d be dark outside already. Yes, the anxiety was no longer present, but it was instead replaced with complete and total numbness. I really don’t know if the depression was medication - induced, or if it quieted the anxiety long enough to reveal the depression hiding underneath. I just couldn’t text people back, couldn’t explain why, I just couldn’t. I’d read the messages, then get so tired, roll over, and go back to sleep. I couldn’t watch anything that I had to invest mental energy into - I literally just put Love Island or The Office on the TV, zone out long enough until it was time to go to bed again. I even stopped cooking, eating mostly cereal every day. Bed, couch, cereal, bed, couch, cereal.
There was one weekend where I ran out of the med, and I was out of town, and missed 3 doses - and suddenly every negative feeling flooded in with a vengeance. I felt everything, hard, and loud: my loss of identity, guilt, fear. It was the deepest despair I’ve ever felt. It was terrifying.
I talked to my doctor and decided to wean off the SSRI very slowly. As I did, I started to feel my spirit lift. It started with cooking again. I posted a few photos and people would ask for the recipes, but I never wrote anything down.
I started playing with my food, going down the rabbit hole of Youtube plating videos, pinning everything that had a puree or garnish on Pinterest, and googling plating kits and kitchen tools. I tried looking for fancy recipes that were in actuality very easy, but I either got one-pot-wonders or incredibly complex 3-day recipes that had a prerequisite of owning a fully stocked professional kitchen. Nothing in between.
You know how you just lazily type-yell random words at Google when you’re looking for something? I typed “fancy cookbook plating pretty easy” and nothing really came up. So I spent around $20 on the domain “www.thefancycookbook.com” and thought it’d be like a diary, a place to save the recipes that were floating in my head. I created an Instagram account for it too, because it wasn’t taken.
I started to feel a spark come back, and instead of groggily getting out of bed at 3pm in a zombie like state, I started to brush my hair, respond to texts, have coffee during daylight hours. I slowly started waking up earlier and earlier, excited to try a new recipe or plating idea.
Curiosity took over, that’s how it all started.
I wonder how much it costs to register a business. What?? Under $20??
Before I knew it, I had an email signature with my very own email address domain. I still felt like a kid with a hobby project, but I was having fun.
I got a DM on Instagram from a tahini and hummus company, asking if I’d be interested in recipe development using their products. Being half Lebanese, I already use tahini and hummus a lot and without thinking about it, I emphatically replied “yes!!!” (Yeah I even used multiple exclamation points in the email)
And here we are. Curiosity, cooking shows, and playing with my food made me realize I very subtly, very slowly, pretty unconsciously pivoted careers (albeit there are a lot of parallels between writing a meeting schedule and writing a food photoshoot schedule).
In terms of medication for mental health, I want to be clear: it's a process, and just because the first attempt didn't "work" for me, doesn't mean I think it doesn't "work" at all. I started with temporarily giving up alcohol, ate food that was plant based and not processed,exercised frequently and still felt swallowed by anxiety, and that is when I called my doctor to begin the conversation surrounding medication. Sometimes the first medication is the best fit. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's short term, sometimes it's long term. There's no one-size-fits-all. Now that I've weaned off Cipralex and feel more clear-headed and in control, I'll start to think about whether I want to revisit the conversation about medication with my doctor or not, but for now - I am still exploring my own reactions and emotions. I don't regret trying Cipralex, it was a catalyst to many realizations. What I do know is that the whole process starts with accepting yourself, accepting your mind, and being honest with yourself, releasing any guilt or shame you might be harbouring, rather than pushing everything out and away.
I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t know how far I’ll take FCB, but for now - the dark cloud of depression is starting to lift, I feel purpose and direction again, and WOW does it feel good to colour code stuff again. Throughout the grieving process of feeling a loss of my identity, I learned that my self worth is not attached to what I crossed off my to-do list. It’s so cliche when people say “you grow through what you go through” or “one day this will all make sense” or - best one - “everything happens for a reason!” but - hear me out - they’re cliche for a reason. I'm revisiting what identity means to me, outside of places and titles and lists. Opportunities rise out of inevitable change.
I’m Marlee - Sacred Sensuality Coach & Restorative Justice Advocate. I am a coach, retreat facilitator, public speaker, published author, and the creator of the Sacred Sensual Wholeness Academy.
Some sacred identities I hold: Lover, Dancer, Jewish, Queer, Creatress, Sagittarius, Human having a fun af time being alive.
Through my coaching work, I have helped women all over the world to reclaim their self-love, sexual and sensual empowerment. With clients healing trauma, insecurity, body shame, disordered eating, dissociation, patriarchal blocks to pleasure and SO much more… My work has been featured in Forbes, Huff Post, Buzzfeed, Mel Robbins Show & more.
I made history in the justice system when my sexual assault case became the 1st in North America to conclude with restorative justice. This means that I fought for my assailant to go to therapy & we eventually met in an 8-hour circle > proceeding to criminal trial. Since then, I’ve done things like: Connect with survivors everyday, sit on panels for government officials, consult for the US military, deliver keynotes, and so much more.
My background and training: Anti-oppressive social work, trauma-informed yoga, somatic sex education, professional dance, facilitation with & training from Indigenous Elder - Grandmother Kaariina, Tantra, women’s coach certification, work with the National Eating Disorder Info Centre. Learn more & access a FREE summit on sensual reclamation via www.marleeliss.com
Goddess Lilith: Reclaiming Women's Sexuality & Ending Rape Culture
The distorted mythology surrounding Lilith, represents the ultimate tale of patriarchy painting women’s sexuality as something dark and demonic. In almost all religious texts, Lilith is depicted as a demon rather than a Goddess. Her archetype has become a warning signal to scare women who wished to continue praying to the sacred feminine and honouring their own bodies as holy.
Her story goes something like this…
The Patriarchal Religious Version:
In the Garden of Eden, before there was Adam and Eve… there was actually Adam and Lilith, who was an ancient Sumerian Goddess. With time, her story became absorbed into Hebrew mythology, where it was said that Lilith was Adam’s first divine partner. However, when she refused to be subservient to Adam, asking to lay on top when they made love… she was cast out of the Garden of Eden and replaced with a more ‘obedient’ wife- being Eve. She was exiled, called the mother of demons, and even accused of killing children. The snake who later comes in and tempts Eve with the apple is often said to be a serpent-form of Lilith herself, coming to lure Eve into the world of ‘sinful sensuality’. With such manipulative and strategic stories created by those promoting patriarchal religions- Lilith became a symbol and a cautionary tale for what happens when women demand equality and disobey their husbands.
This story is so outrageously loaded with patriarchal bull crap, which is hugely and tragically embedded in our culture today. The archetype of Lilith, which initially represented sexual empowerment and liberated sensuality, has been distorted and used as a scapegoat for far too long. It has become common religious practice to point the finger at Lilith whenever men face sexual addiction or temptation. Husbands with porn addictions? Blame Lilith. Lovers with wet dreams? Pray for protection against Lilith’s evil. It intimidates me greatly to write about this story because, the tale of Lilith so brutally reflects the tale of all women today.
Goddess Lilith: Ending Rape Culture
While we have come a long, long way with the women’s rights and anti-sexual violence movements, we can see how such dialogues that run rampant in the Lilith story, still exist within our culture today. The narrative of blaming women for men’s uncontrolled sexual desires is exactly what we see reflected in modern rape culture. Is this not the very language that justifies victim-blaming? We hear this normalized in dialogue like, ‘you were asking for it’, ‘your outfit implied a Yes’, or ‘the way you were dancing made it seem like you wanted it’.
These justifications are so twisted and tragically normalized within rape culture. I say ‘Rape Culture’ by the way, because this term teaches that rape is not an isolated or random act. The act of rape actually exists on a pyramid, which means that first, we normalize a whole host of things like: objectification, denigration, cat calls, and the commodification of women’s bodies. Then, individuals may work their way up the pyramid- escalating form bottom to top- eventually, justifying rape.
These distorted versions of the Lilith story, portray the ‘Garden of Eden’ as ripe grounds for such disturbing normalization. What does it mean to put all responsibility, ownership, and fault into women’s hands and hips? What is stated by implying that a women who is in her sovereign, sexual power will either be victimized or demonized? These stories strategically teach us that- if we embrace our sensual selves, we will either be abused under the ‘asking for it’ narrative or we will be exiled (cast out of the garden, slut-shamed, disowned from our families, judged, rejected, etc.)
Lilith: Claiming Sensual Embodiment
When working with the Goddesses, it’s important to remember that we are focusing on embodiment. We are not worshipping deities outside of ourselves, rather we are seeing how these archetypes our alive Within Each of Us Always. This means that the story of Lilith, her original genius and her distorted oppression, lives somewhere within us all. As my work deepens into the realm of Sexual Justice, I become more aware of Lilith’s rage and her yearning to be remembered. I hear her fierce desperation to be acknowledged for her gifts, her true form, and her genius. I hear her call for us to grieve and transmute the distortion of her sexual expression, which is the distortion of All Women’s Sexual Expression. I hear her fury for how villages have justified rape and denigration, using her name as an excuse upon their tongues. Lilith comes to us now as a volcano erupting. She was the fiery force behind the #MeTooMovement that called millions of women forward to SPEAK. She breaks silence and casts out that which does not align with her Own Garden of Vision. And while her message is scary, hard, uncomfortable to look at, and plagued with rabbit-hole potential… there is oh-so-much beauty on the other side of this collective pain. Lilith brings us a juicy, apple-red gift of delicious vision, as the garden she empowers us to create, is truly one of wild liberation and unbound love.
Lilith comes now to put an end to such distortions of her story that have been used to normalize such fears and inner dialogue…
Honouring Her Struggle & Claiming Her Genius
Here is The Goddess Mythology Version of the Lilith Tale, as written by Sage Holloway:
“Unwilling to be subservient to Adam, Lilith not only left him, but used her wiles to trick God into giving her wings, so that she was able to fly far from Eden into the desert. She brought agriculture to the people and is the protector of children and women in childbirth, She flies above the shackles of this world on her wings of freedom. Her taloned feet are her foundation of wildness and power. Her fiery spirit is without compromise, insisting through her very being of nature that women are beings of equality answerable to no one. She is sexual freedom and expression, a leader who empowers others.”
So here you have it.
In this version, Lilith teaches us of our right to leave the garden and to choose a world that is aligned with the magic we so crave and desire. She teaches us that we are worthy of a life that reflects our wildest wants. That we do not have to shrink ourselves or hide in hierarchical holes, in order to be accepted. That we can be: sovereign, sexual, innocent, erotic, wild, sweet, loving, powerful, free, beautiful, furious, joyful, devastated, and ecstatic all at once.
Lilith is the driving force behind Sexual Justice, which recognizes that unconditional love paves the way for safer streets, freer gardens, softer pelvic floors, and infinite sexual healing experiences. She calls for our genitals and hearts to realign in a sacred song of innocence and pleasure. She does not apologize for her wild and she advocates for our right to feel safe in our bodies and in our world… and to see what liberation, play, divinity, sensuality, wildness and love may be naturally expressed, once such safety is established.
F*ck your patriarchal garden,
Let’s plant some real, sensual, sustainable, sexy, soulful, earth-nourishing seeds
And watch them grow wildly with the waters of our liberation
There is much to reclaim and remember here.
With Gratitude And Infinite Heart,
I'm Maddi and Im a full time student (studying Child and Youth Work), and a self proclaimed content creator. Here I have my blog and my shop, I hope you enjoy!